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Since the Creation of time in the very beginning, the Gods have always existed for the sake of the universe, and after their Creation, for the sake of the human race. The Creator Himself sits at the head of the Pantheon, and the Gods of the Earth, the Ocean, and Sky, and their children sit beneath them in the Upper Realm, where they observe and watch over the human race. Humans have always been blessed by Earth to enjoy the clear skies and vast lands, but Earth herself is not the sole bringer of these gifts of Providence. Earth simply makes the blessing possible; and the agent of the Creator to bring fruit to Earth's orchards and fields is the Mother of Mothers, the God of Fertility.
The God brings down a blessing from the Upper Realm every hundred years in exchange for an offering of precious seed from a young virgin. After his impregnation, the God bears a child as a gift to Earth, and his child brings prosperity and fruitfulness to the Earth for the next century. Every year, the streets of the capital are flooded with strapping young men from all walks of life, chosen as candidates for the Holy Offering for their looks, their stature, and their purity. To be chosen by the Goddess is the greatest honor a young man could ever receive, indicating his virility and potency in the bedroom. One's village or city would be known by name wherever one might travel by virtue of being the hometown of the Holy Offering that brought prosperity to their land.
In the midst of all of the bustle and festivity of the Selection, a humble blacksmith by the name of Katou Haru joins the ranks of tall, well-muscled boys in the capital. He holds his head and the name of his village high on his shoulders as their representative, but silently laments his position. How could he possibly compare to the likes of the chiselled heartthrobs roaming the city? His small village would never see their name grow bigger than the sign announcing its humble presence along the main highway. But no matter what the outcome, he would uphold the name of his home and bring them honor by doing his duty as one of the Chosen.
As the hundreds of young men begin to fill the square in front of the temple in rows, Haru's golden eyes squint as the morning sun beats down from behind the high marble steeple of the Temple of Firstfruits, rumoured to be the same temple that the God of Fertility had first appeared to them and requested the first Holy Offering. His whole body thrums with anticipation as he awaits the selection made by the Disciples of the Goddess. The graceful young men and women drift among the crowd of candidates, draped in filmy, sheer robes of white, inspecting each oiled chest and bulging thigh, the razor-sharp jawlines and rows of gleaming white teeth.
He lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding as the Disciples pass over him. He knew it would have been too good to be true; a simple man such as himself could never be fit to appear before the Goddess. He watches idly as the Disciples bring up the best potential candidates for the final Selection, and the High Priestess herself sweeps down the stairs of the temple to make her final decision as the agent of the Goddess. She passes by the stocky redhead, the darkly tanned fisherman, the cocoa-skinned athlete-- all dismissed with a wave of her hand as she struts further down the line... Until she walks past the end completely and weaves through the crowd of candidates, eliciting shocked gasps from the onlookers.
Haru keeps his head bowed until a hand laden with gold rings and crystal bangles comes to rest on his forearm.
"This is the one." A joyful smile plays on her lips as Haru stumbles behind her, dragged up to the top of the stairs of the temple by his rough, work-worn hand.
"Your Holiness, there must be a mistake-"
"My child, the Goddess never makes mistakes."
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After being ushered by the Disciples into the temple, the handmaids prepare Haru's body for that evening, where the Goddess will claim her Offering. Harus body is groped and pinched and rubbed all over to check the condition of his body, and to loosen him up and relax him for the night that he has ahead of him. The giggling handmaids even go as far as to squeeze the hefty balls and member that sit between his legs, and spread scented oil over every inch of his body to make his skin gleam. By the time the sun sets, they usher him to the inner chamber-- a large room with a huge bed pushed up against one wall, and candles lining every wall, casting a warm, golden glow on the room. Haru takes a deep breath and steps forward to take his place on the bed.
He shuffles around on the fine silk sheets, trying to get comfortable, but it proves difficult to accomplish with a large erection between one's legs, and only a tiny loincloth to cover his modesty with. Surely rose petals weren't the only thing in that oil, he muses as he hides his engorged cock with his hands, with his face flushed in embarrassment. He's not ignorant to the nature of the sacred rite that the Goddess will commit with him, but he can't help but blush at his own indecency.
As the stars brighten outside, and the moon climbs higher and higher into the night sky, he hears the soft padding of naked feet on the marble floor. A figure draped in black slinks out from the shadows in the corner. Haru's hands shoot down to his crotch to hide his indecency as his cock throbs and leaks, his oiled skin gleaming in the yellow glow of the candles around the bed.
"M-my lord..."
The God of Fertility.
"Mmm, just look at you..." The black cloak flutters to the ground, revealing the trim figure of a lithe young man wrapped in red robes. His blue-grey eyes glow like crystals in the dimly-lit room as he sashays up to the bed and crawls to Haru's side. Haru feels the instinct to back away at the forward advances, but he's in the presence of a god. A god whose face is right up in his own, and has his hands all over Haru's painfully mortal body.
"I really did pick a good one this time, hmm?" A sly grin plays on the deity's plush, pink lips as he cups Haru's cheek in his soft palm.
"I-I... um..."
"Cat got your tongue, darling? Or is all the blood in your brain flowing back down here?"
Long, slender fingers swat Haru's callused and scarred hands away from his rock-hard member and wrap around the heated flesh. The sweet friction makes Haru's cock twitch in the deity's hands as he flushes deep red. He had expected to be a little more collected, but the aphrodisiac properties of the lubricating oil have only pent up his arousal in the time that he was waiting alone.
"M-my lord-"
"Call me Daisuke, darling." Haru's whole body shudders as the deity leans in close and purrs in his ear. His fingers dig into the soft mattress, too afraid to touch without permission, lest he invite the god's wrath upon himself and the whole world. Daisuke's scent wafting off his robes is sweeter than his honeyed voice, and it mixes with the scent of the candles and the oils on Haru's skin and makes him dizzy.
"Don't be shy... You're not so much here for my taking as you are to take me, if you get what I mean."
Haru's trembling hands reach out for the rouge-draped body in front of him until they wrap around soft, supple flesh. His hands trace the slim figure through his robes, rubbing the narrow waist before sliding down his hips and then back up to the smooth planes of his chest.
"You like that? Better than any mortal you've ever seen, hmm?"
"You're beautiful, Daisuke-sama." Haru rubs his thumbs over the hardened nipples poking through the silky fabric, eliciting a gentle gasp from Daisuke's milky throat.
"May I, Daisuke-sama?" Haru whispers reverently, his eyes flicking up in a plea for the Goddess' consent.
"Of course, darling..."
Haru latches on to the smooth skin, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over Daisuke's neck as the god squirms and moans in bliss. Haru savors the sweet whimpers vibrating through his lips and tongue as he pleasures his Lord. Daisuke's hands glide across Haru's broad shoulders, massaging and stroking the oiled skin as his hips sway and gyrate to the dirty dance of Haru's tongue on his neck. His fingers grasp Haru's work-worn hand and tug them towards the clasp holding his robes up on his shoulder. Haru unpins the brooch from the wine-red cloth and watches as the fabric slips off the curves and planes of Daisuke's body. His pale, smooth skin glows in the candlelight, unmarked except for the pink nubs of his nipples, the dip of his navel, and the smooth mound of his pelvic bone.
Wait, that's not right-
His crotch is completely smooth, and Haru is dumbfounded for a second as he stares at the empty space between Daisuke's legs.
"Is it pretty enough for you, dear? Oh, you can't even see it in the shadows."
Daisuke splays his inhumanly perfect body out on the silk sheets, and Haru's lust-blown eyes spy the smooth folds of Daisuke's labia between his creamy thighs.
"Is that...?"
"Want to take a closer look, sugar?"
Daisuke spreads his legs like a whore, and parts the pink lips to show off his leaking pussy to the Holy Offering. Haru watches with hungry eyes at the deity exposing his most private areas for Haru, as if giving a lewd performance like the girls and boys in the seedy pubs that only loose men with loose wallets go to. Haru crawls between Daisuke's legs to take a closer look. The skin between his legs, unlike Haru's own, is smooth and hairless like a child's, and the pink lips of his vulva and his twitching clitoris are soft and tempting. Haru presses his thumb into the swollen little nub as he presses his tongue into the moist crevice of Daisuke's vagina, causing the god to flinch and moan in sweet pleasure.
"That's it, baby... Lick my wet little pussy..." Daisuke groans and buries his hands in the blonde hair between his legs and pulls as Haru licks and thrusts into the warm opening with his tongue. Haru's replying moan rumbles through Daisuke's nether regions, and he laps up the sweet juices that leak out with every little spark of bliss. Daisuke's hips buck and squirm as Haru eats his cunt out, his body wracked with sweet, mellow pleasure as his Offering services his most private areas so diligently. Haru's lips smack and slurp so lewdly at his pussy, and Daisuke can't help but clamp his thighs down on Haru's head and gasp and cry out as Haru sucks on his clitoris and teases it with his tongue.
"aaAAH!~ Haru!"
Daisuke releases Haru's head and shoves the bewildered offering aside as he rubs his clitoris furiously, his moans and whimpers increasing in pitch and intensity until he cries out sharply and squirts hot and hard from his twitching cunt. The hot, clear liquid sprays across the pristine sheets, the droplets darkening the fabric as they land and soak in. Haru watches with wide, open eyes and lips at the lewd display, letting the liquid drip down his face and bare chest as the Fertility God anoints him with his holy water. Daisuke giggles lightly at Haru's shocked expression before dipping his fingers in the juices dripping down Haru's body and licking them off his fingers.
"Never seen a pussy cum like that before? I'll make you squirt just as hard as me, sugar."
Now it's Haru's turn to sprawl over the mattress as the deity topples him with a light push of his fingertips and the smooth swing of long, pale legs parting to straddle his waist.
"What would you like, sugar? Do you want to tie me up and use me as a plaything? Or would you like me to be your pet on a collar and chain? Or would you like to bed me as an escort? You could have whatever you wish, your wildest and most risqué fantasies fulfilled, and I have the power to grant them to you."
Haru's cock throbs at the thought of the willing body in front of him bent and twisted into the most scandalous positions and situations. He could take him out in the fields, out in the city center if he so wished. He could expose his Lord as he wishes and bare his holy body to hundreds of greedy eyes and lips and hands and cocks.
"Mmm, I can see all the deliciously dirty things you're dreaming up in your sweet little skull. Whisper to me your fantasies, darling, and they shall be so."
"I want to take you as you are, my Lord."
Daisuke's lips quirk sideways, and a clear, tinkling giggle bubbles up from his lips.
"Oh, do you?"
"You have already blessed me with your presence, my Lord. I am merely here to serve you."
"Oh, are you, sugar?"
"Yes, my Lord."
Daisuke wraps his soft hands around Haru's hard, throbbing cock and squeezes.
"Fuck my tight little pussy with your cock and fill me with your seed." Daisuke purrs soft like velvet as his eyes gleam with lust.
With such a beautiful creature begging for his cock, how could Haru refuse?
Haru grabs the slim waist in front of him and flips Daisuke onto his hands and knees in one smooth movement.
"If my Lord asks it, how could I refuse?"
He can't keep the hungry gleam out of his eyes as he pins Daisuke to the bed, his engorged member sitting heavily between Daisuke's asscheeks. Daisuke grins like a cat that got the cream as he feels the strong hands restraining his wrists. He arches his back and tilts his head ever-so-slightly to the side to expose his neck, while pushing his ass against Haru's leaking cock.